I'm slowly turning into you, but you don't know this; I told the truthYou say I'm lying and I never really tell you the truthBut your face is getting older, so put your head on my shoulderYeah, put your head on my shoulder

Yesterday it hit me that I do all the little things that you doExcept the same little things that you do are annoyingThey're annoying as Hell, in fact; it kinda struck a little bell, in factI like to keep my little shell intact

And I'm slowly turning into youAnd I'm slowly turning into you

Then something else came to mind that was the mirror; it made everything clearerThat you're more beautiful, compelling and stronger; it didn't take much longerJust for me to realize I love all the little things and the beauty that they're gonna bringI dig your little laugh, and I'm lovin' your quick wit; I even love it when you're faking itAnd it might sound a little strange for me to say to you, but I'm proud to be you